Sober me will give you an opinion. Drunk me likes cheesy chips
All my friends tell me how toxic the memory of you is. I know it’s toxic, I drink to forget you. My liver has given up on me and I still can’t stop drinking, because for the time that i’m feeling the burn of the vodka down my throat I can’t feel the pain of my broken heart.
I have this disease late at night sometimes, involving alcohol and the telephone.